"Uncle-Master!" Nezha could no longer suppress the rage in his chest. He strode forward, his eyes bloodshot. "Wu Wenhua is nothing but a common brute, yet he dared raid our camps at night, slaughter our soldiers, and kill Senior Brother Long Xuhu! And those two demons, Chang Hao and Wu Long, launched sneaky attacks from the shadows, vile and shameless! This hatred cannot be shared beneath the same sky. Today, we must leave the camp and fight to the death, wipe out every enemy, and avenge our two senior brothers!"
Lei Zhenzi, Huang Tianhua, Wu Ji, and the other generals beneath the tent all clasped their hands and requested battle. Their voices shook the command tent as the flames of vengeance blazed fiercely.
Only Yang Jian stood silently to one side, his Heavenly Eye half-closed, his expression dark and solemn.
During last night's chaotic battle, though he had been held back by the two demons, he had already taken in countless details and formed a plan to defeat the enemy.
When the clamor gradually subsided, he finally spoke in a low voice. "Brothers, remain calm. Wu Wenhua possesses unmatched brute strength, but he has no protective Dao arts or evasive Divine Abilities. He excels at night raids and crushing disordered armies, but he is weak in a direct battle formation. Chang Hao and Wu Long are insidious and cunning, skilled in stealth attacks, yet they also exposed flaws during last night's struggle. Traces of their true forms have already appeared. They are far from invulnerable."
Jiang Ziya's eyes lit up. He quickly asked, "Has Yang Jian found a way to defeat them?"
Yang Jian slowly nodded and explained clearly, "Wu Wenhua's brute strength is peerless. We cannot fight him in open ground or engage him in close combat. We must